Invisible Man

like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
my thoughts

invisible god came visible,
like audio turn visual,
like spirit dressed physical
made order out the cosmos
pivotal,
ever since his intro,
phenomenal,
genius, over all,
no limit like autobon,
middle man,
turn coat,
for our rebel soul,
a miracle
forever told
love forever shown
through the cross and an empty hole
think,
before there was before
he was over all,
and after armageddon,
still over all
every living being
will fall
and bow before his face when called,
the Christ
the first born of many sons,
take two
will be the reckoning,
the climax of truth born
the definition of the word awe
no flaw
eternal most high god,
crafter
all things
you come upon,
he is the only lord,
visible,
but closer than my thoughts,
incredible
invisible man made visible,
by faith through grace
made accessible
forever he will reign
unconditional

like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
like the water feels, like the suns burns,
closer than my...
closer than my...
thoughts
my thoughts are of your love, how it changes the way I see,
and i see you now, and I see you loud
my thoughts are of your love, how it changes the way I see,
and I see you now, and I see you loud

Invisible man, I've never seen you
but blessed say you, are those who believe with no view,
spelled out in the catalogues of history, proven true
a savior defined by completely divine attributes,
clothing himself in a human suit to publish his other worldly good news,
this is love we're not accustomed to,
imagine this view:
humility written in his jaw bone, sank low to take blows from creatures he himself knew before the cosmos where spoken into,
tendons of mercy, holding back wrath from a crowd that swore they had the last laugh, as they wipped his blood soaked back,
he is genius typed into a paragraph, and delivered to adam's aftermath by turning a cross into a compass,
imagine that
arms that stretched to hell and back
trancoding love from its abstract to the most basic paragraph that even the simplest child could understand,
his greatness, spoke in a different language called anguish, became the declaration of grace that never changes
but changes every sinner made saint wooing us through his ageless patience
all humanity's vain attempts to trash the suffering gasp he took as he breathed his last
could never match the math
of what he produced with his passion, still outlasting the mockery of the past,
just an outcaste who made my out right wrong into righteous path
grace upon grace, carved into his arms just like he traces grace into the believing hearts
of a lost race, his word is bond
on compassion he was hung
ear to the prodigal son, lamb for the slaughter, holiness his armor, not even a lick of liqour he took to numb his honor,
but braved on his brow the crown of horror in order to accomplish his main order: redemption through slaughter
but proven through resurrection in power and on his thigh he writes King of kings,
Lord of lords, how proper, Son of the eternal Father
invisible God came visible that all would see and receive his beautiful gospel.